The rural road, about five meters wide, twisted through lush green trees, with weeds growing wild on the sides, mixed with small rocks and dust, naturally blanketed with fallen leaves and dead branches.
A cool breeze blew, carrying the rustling sound of dancing leaves, and the weeds on the ground swayed in the wind.
Every once in a while, one could hear the chirping of birds returning to their nests.
Beyond that, there was nothing else.
Very few vehicles traveled on this country road, and even fewer people; it was like a half-abandoned path.
Lin Chuan was walking in the middle of this road.
Next to him was Shen Qianqian, dressed in a light white skirt, with a stern and cold face, her eyes exuding vigilance and gravity.
In front of them were two medium-sized trucks.
Aboard the trucks.
More than a dozen burly men poured out, brandishing iron rods or knives, their menacing presence converging as they approached Lin Chuan and Shen Qianqian from both sides.